a note found inside a hotel bible

the rain reminds me 
just what i am
& not
what i have and haven't got
who i was 
and where i've been

& neither it nor Christ himself
could wash away this sin.

i'm a bridge burner,
a real head turner
i can make you forget where you end 
& where i begin.

i'll talk real nice and slow
let you borrow my smokes

i could be your heroin.

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